"Oh, this blade has taken quite a few lives."
While chewing on a still-warm meat bun, the middle-aged man drew out the Broken Horse Long Saber and examined it closely.
"This... did you kill people from the grasslands? Those coming from Jibei?"
"How could you tell?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but feel curious.
Although he sensed that this middle-aged man was deducing it from the marks on the blade, being able to determine who the blade had killed just by eyesight was somewhat too far-fetched.
He knew that even if he wanted to find out more, he would have to grind the blade himself.
How did this mysterious middle-aged man know?
"The marks."
The middle-aged man pointed to some scuff marks on the edge of the blade.
